Her father’s step quickened to a trot. Wood, sinking into a chair, and fanning herself violently,—"what a fluster you have put me into with your violence, to be sure! And at the very time, too, when you know I'm expecting a visit from Mr. Every now and then her general presence became radiantly dazzling in his eyes; she would appear in the street coming toward him, a surprise, so fine and smiling and welcoming was she, so expanded and illuminated and living, in contrast with his mere expectation. Above her head was an aura of white fire. " Ruth laughed. "I can," replied Trenchard. His face darkened. "There's only one way out of the muddle, that I can see. ‘Can you not open it?’ she cried. It seemed to her the last desperate attack upon the universe that would not let her live as she desired to live, that penned her in and controlled her and directed her and disapproved of her, the same invincible wrappering, the same leaden tyranny of a universe that she had vowed to overcome after that memorable conflict with her father at Morningside Park. And son of a pig,’ she grunted, baring her teeth. Here was a poor half-naked creature, with a straw crown on his head, and a wooden sceptre in his hand, seated on the ground with all the dignity of a monarch on his throne. The applause was uproarious at the end of the concert. His eyes caught at hers with passionate inquiries. “Am I dull?” she said.
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